When you have reached this stage of gay, there is no turning back. You will die in about a month if this diagnosis is given to you.
Initially the only cure for Big Gay is receiving the treatment of "Big Secks" from a girl, however at the point the disease become "terminal" it has already ravaged your body, which will lead to imminent death of the patient.
At this time Scientists in the field of Memeology have searched for a possible cure, but their efforts are fruitless. They recommend for women to "Provide intercourse regularly to your partner, otherwise he may fall to the disease that has killed so many others.
Initially the only cure for Big Gay is receiving the treatment of "Big Secks" from a girl, however at the point the disease become "terminal" it has already ravaged your body, which will lead to imminent death of the patient.
At this time Scientists in the field of Memeology have searched for a possible cure, but their efforts are fruitless. They recommend for women to "Provide intercourse regularly to your partner, otherwise he may fall to the disease that has killed so many others.
Person 1: "I heard Johnny was diagnosed with Terminal Gay."
Person 2 (female): "If only I had provided him with the cure before It became too late..."
Person 1: "Yep, it's your fault he's gonna die in about a Month"
Person 2 (female): "If only I had provided him with the cure before It became too late..."
Person 1: "Yep, it's your fault he's gonna die in about a Month"
by Tyler the Beast August 30, 2018
Connection Terminated is copypasta the originated from FNaF Pizzeria Simulator. It’s a joke consisting of people posting it at random as it’s an unusually long speech for a game. The actual copypasta goes as follows; “Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even
realize that you are trapped. Your lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of children in some unseen
chamber, always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you will never
find them. None of you will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want. I have a
feeling that you are right where you want to
be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This
place will not be remembered, and the
memory of everything that started this can
finally begin to fade away. As the agony of
every tragedy should. And to you monsters
trapped in the corridors, be still and give up…” And so on.
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even
realize that you are trapped. Your lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of children in some unseen
chamber, always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you will never
find them. None of you will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want. I have a
feeling that you are right where you want to
be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This
place will not be remembered, and the
memory of everything that started this can
finally begin to fade away. As the agony of
every tragedy should. And to you monsters
trapped in the corridors, be still and give up…” And so on.
“Hey dude, how have you been?”
“Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even
realize that you are trapped. Your lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of children in some unseen
chamber, always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you will never
find them. None of you will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want..”
“Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even
realize that you are trapped. Your lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of children in some unseen
chamber, always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you will never
find them. None of you will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want..”
by Tototomato August 21, 2022
The fast decline to oblivion though a life of hedonism, usually with excessive drug use. A beautiful blue flame burn out.
As described by chemlab's Vera Blue.
......
"Queen of the Loud
with sultry wire legs and a digi-steel frame,
hooked on the hiss of the butane flame
she's terminal blue (repeat)"
.....
......
"Queen of the Loud
with sultry wire legs and a digi-steel frame,
hooked on the hiss of the butane flame
she's terminal blue (repeat)"
.....
by Vail-Nocturne April 16, 2008
by guyfawkes74 December 30, 2009
One level higher than ill, but within the realm of words such as sick and ill. The epitome of all that is ill.
"Hey Shohreh", said Kirah. "Irena just told me this really terminally ill story about milkshakes. It wasn't just sick... it wasn't just ill... it was terminally ill. We should take that story to the ICU.
by lil' sik July 26, 2008
by jobturkey March 29, 2003
I was playing some Half-Life when it started running slow and I experienced some terminal lag! Aaargh!!
by Gaste Archibald Wozniak, Jr. November 29, 2017